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Chargement... Traveling Music: The Soundtrack to My Life and Times (édition 2013)par Neil Peart (Auteur)
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Inscrivez-vous à LibraryThing pour découvrir si vous aimerez ce livre Actuellement, il n'y a pas de discussions au sujet de ce livre. Wow! What a journey, both in Neil's life and the one he weaves on each page for us to enjoy. What can you say about Neil that hasn't been? He is one of the world most celebrated drummers, has maintained a brilliant career in Rush for over 30 years, and now as we all know by his published books that he is a tremendous writer as well (not that we didn't know that by his lyric writing in Rush). The story he weaves in Traveling music is riveting, I had a hard time putting it down on lunch hours and breaks at work. The narrative weaves in and out of a current trip set to Neil's current musical tastes, back to childhood, A few years spent in London, and other trips he has taken to Africa and countless through America. The book speeds along at the pace Peart drives in the stories, always moving forward fast, and easy going. If you are a fan of Rush or Neil's previous works it's a must read. If you just enjoy books about music or travel also a must read. Highly recommended. Recommended to me by Nobel laureate Finn Kydland during a Pittsburgh Penguins hockey game we shared in 2008. Finn's wife is a Rush fan and has slowly been converting him, though his preferences fall with SRV and other Texas blues artists. It's a tough decision, but I'd have to fall on the side of Rush myself and this book - by Rush's drummer and lyricist - is an indication why. aucune critique | ajouter une critique
Neil Peart decided to drive his BMW Z-8 automobile from L.A. to Big Bend National Park, in Southwest Texas. As he sped along "between the gas-gulping SUVs and asthmatic Japanese compacts clumping in the left lane, and the roaring, straining semis in the right," he acted as his own DJ, lining up the CDs chronologically and according to his possible moods. "Not only did the music I listened to accompany my journey, but it also took me on side trips, through memory and fractals of associations, threads reaching back through my whole life in ways I had forgotten, or had never suspected...Sifting through those decades and those memories, I realized that I wasn't interested in recounting the facts of my life in purely autobiographical terms, but rather...in trying to unweave the fabric of my life and times. As one who was never much interested in looking back, because always too busy moving forward, I found that once I opened those doors to the past, I became fascinated with the times and their effect on me. The songs and the stories I had taken for granted suddenly had a resonance that had clearly echoed down the corridors of my entire life, and I felt a thrill of recognition, and the sense of a kind of adventure. A travel story, but not so much about places, but about music and memories." Neil Peart was the drummer and lyricist of the legendary rock band Rush and the author of The Masked Rider, Ghost Rider, Roadshow, Far and Away, Far and Near, Far and Wide, and, with Kevin J. Anderson, Clockwork Angels and Clockwork Lives. "Driving away to the east, and into the past" The Santa Ana winds came hissing back into the Los Angeles Basin that week, breathing their hot, dry rasp through what had once been the fishing village of Santa-Monica-by-the-Sea. The streets around us were littered with dry palm fronds and eucalyptus leaves, and the view from our upstairs terrace reached the distant blue Pacific through the line of California fan palms down along Ocean Boulevard. The incoming waves battled the contrary wind, as dotted whitecaps receded clear back to the long dark shadow of Santa Catalina Island, bisected horizontally by a brownish haze of smog. More than three hundred years ago, the Yang-Na natives called the Los Angeles Basin "the valley of the smokes," referring to the fog trapped by those thermal inversions. And even then, wildfires sometimes raged across the savanna grasses in the dry season, creating prehistoric smog. Then and now, the air was usually clearer by the ocean, ruled and cooled by the prevailing sea breeze, but the Santa Anas invaded from inland, carrying hot desert air over the San Gabriel Mountains, through the San Fernando Valley, all the while gathering airborne irritants from the whole metropolis and driving them right through Santa Monica, and on out to Catalina. The Cahuilla Indians believed the Santa Anas originated in a giant cave in the Mojave Desert that led directly to the lair of the Devil himself, and early Spanish arrivals picked up on that story and named those hot, dry winds the Vientos de Sanatanas, or Satan's winds. Later arrivals to Southern California were more concerned with Christian propriety and boosting real estate values in this earthly paradise, and the Chamber of Commerce issued a press release in the early 1900s: "In the interest of community, please refer to the winds as 'The Santa Ana Winds' in any and all subsequent publications." Still, the devil winds were blamed by longtime Angelenos for effects both physical and psychological: Raymond Chandler wrote in Red Wind that when the Santa Anas blow, "meek little wives feel the edge of their carving knife and study their husbands' necks." Modern-day urban myths associate the Santa Anas with rising crime rates, freeway gun battles, wildfires, actors entering rehab, Hollywood couples divorcing, bands breaking up, irritated sinuses, and bad tempers all around. Aucune description trouvée dans une bibliothèque |
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There is a lot here that speaks to me...when young, he wanted something exciting to talk about at the family dinner table, and "I guess I spent the rest of my life making sure I always had something to talk about [...]" and a later observation that ties to that: So true! How could anyone ever be bored? (I cringe when I hear that word...and fell sorry for the lack of imagination that allows it to be said.)
Apart from one specific ... act...he has interesting and eclectic tastes in music, and I liked reading about how he came to enjoy Sinatra, Gene Krupa, the Beach Boys, Dusty Springfield, and more. How he held little appreciation for groups like the Rolling Stones who only pretended to be rebels because they conceded to changing their lyrics on the Ed Sullivan Show where The Doors, who were true rebels, refused to change their line in "Light My Fire" about the girl getting "much higher" (and were subsequently banned.) How he saw Woody Herman in a backwoods restaurant gig in the decline of his life, having to play those gigs because of IRS troubles. How he got rid of all of his vinyl LPs, holding onto maybe 100 of his treasures (I did the same, losing my 100 or so treasures to a fire in 2013...)
Reading how he hears Sinatra on Watertown is something I sadly can never seem to get (but I appreciate any insight to help me try): Okay, now I have to go find it and listen to it! I most likely won't have the same reaction, but who knows? Same as with both Moby Grape and The Grateful Dead's eponymous debut albums: I've never listened to Moby Grape and could never get into The Dead, but now I'm going to give them a shot. Same as with Dusty Springfield's Dusty in Memphis...Peart piqued my curiosity.
He likes The Macallan...bonus points for that. He also ...and it hurts to type this...likes..I can't say it...{cringe} ...Coldplay. Major points subtracted for that.
Something to ponder (on Jann Wenner on George Martin - the Beatles Martin - commenting on Brian Wilson...Wenner in the negative, Martin, the opposite): I would say, probably on informed, possibly on reflective, but highly debatable on valuable. And on his reviews of his own performance, he asks himself What would I think of this if it wasn't me? I keep seeing five-star rating "reviews" from authors on their own books and wonder if they've ever asked themselves that question!
So many well turned phrases pepper the text, one in particular I'll share. When talking about Pasty Cline's Heartaches collection album and a wandering soul slave to a sound of an "outward bound" So, I have music to explore, and another book to read in a little while. I'll thank Mr. Peart for the tacit recommendations. ( )